User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/The Wrath of Gormad Tunn/@comment-25220117-20130808131316/@comment-25220117-20131007214600

''Ignorant of his new shadow, the fox knocks aside brush and slashes through overhanging branch as he makes his way to wherever his destination may be, occasionally whistling softly to himself. Soon, he arrives at the foot of a small cliff, its once smooth-stone surface worn with age and weathered by time. There, the thief slides a sharp piece of shale aside, revealing a large crevice like a cavity within the cliff's rocky side, deposits the bag of fish, and carefully replaces the shale, his back to the rat.''